The beautiful and slender hostess was startled with fine beads of sweat in her head.

When Holt, Lucas and the others were talking about serious business, they were really accompanied by Baiyo's orderlies and Iron Horse's bodyguards, and they didn't want them to be by their side. If it weren't for this damn "finale soup", they wouldn't have had a chance to enter the banquet hall at this moment.

They didn't know what kind of banquet it was, and they didn't know what the so-called guests were. But as a little etiquette lady who works in the system and is scared when she sees the leader, they really can't think of what kind of chef dares to make such a mistake in a banquet of this level. This...... It's just terrible.

In order not to harm the pond fish, the professional etiquette ladies quietly wiped the beautiful fine sweat from their foreheads and continued to serve soup half-covered.

As long as the leader doesn't make it difficult, I don't care if you have chicken feathers, duck feathers, and goose feathers, even if you take two down jackets into us, what do we have to do with the little people? Hurry up and finish serving these bigwigs, and it is better to get overtime pay smoothly than anything else.

So, everyone at the table had a beautiful blue and white porcelain bowl in front of them, and the hostess began to pour the hot pheasant soup into everyone's bowl in turn.

......

"This is the wild pheasant soup that I specially arranged for someone to prepare, which is very replenishing." In order to fulfill the friendship of the landlord, Little Holt was the first to pick up the porcelain spoon, but he was not the first to drink, but politely let the guests first. "In the chaotic times, let's not pay too much attention to whether this second-class protected animal of the Federation should be eaten. Taking advantage of this moment, the battalion commander will feast on his mouth first. Wait for a later date...... Re-establish the order of Jugu Xing, we really can't eat it. ”

Lucas laughed, and when he saw that there was a girl delivering soup in the house, he knew that little Holt was not easy to explain, so he didn't explain it. Xiao Holt and Park Shiren on the opposite side smiled and said, "What protection is not protected, no matter whose hands Jugu Star falls into, you Hengxing chaebol and Iron Horse's soup is indispensable!" ”

......

In any case, the appearance of this chicken soup is still okay. After all, Song Zhuan carefully considered the half bag of starch poured in, and took out finely chopped green onions and coriander. Lucas is a soldier, and no matter how polite he is, he won't really be literal.

Picked up the porcelain spoon handed by the orderly and tasted it first,

I saw Lucas's expression stiffen, rubbed his emaciated and shriveled chin with his rough palm, and finally frowned and swallowed the soup in his mouth. Realizing that his expression was a little out of shape, Lucas added, "This smell is indeed special." ”

Well?

The wild mountain chicken soup is delicious, although it is a mountain delicacy, there is no strange taste such as cheekiness, how could Battalion Commander Lucas show such an expression?

Little Holt was a little puzzled, picked up the bowl and sniffed it quietly, and it didn't seem to be anything wrong. Hearing a dry cough that he couldn't bear, Holt turned his head to look, and Park Se-in actually covered his mouth with a wet towel, as if the soup was very uncomfortable to swallow.

I had no choice but to taste it carefully, and it was really salty and bitter, with a ...... It's indescribable, it seems to smell but not smelly, and it seems to smell fishy.

Putting down the bowl, Holt looked back at the pretty girls serving the soup, silent.

As the owner of the banquet hall, neither Park Se-in nor Holt can really say how this soup is, wouldn't that be a slap in the face? But there was definitely something wrong with this soup, so he took out his mobile phone and prepared to call Director Cao, who was in charge of the logistics of the canteen.

Yes! ......

Whoa......

After a woman's scream, Miss Etiquette, who had been calm before, directly overturned the huge soup pot on the food delivery car, trembled and took several steps back, and collapsed directly to the ground.

The other women who were serving soup felt inexplicable and hurried to see it, which caused countless sharp shouts.

At this time, everyone here had nothing to pretend, and Lucas, Holt, and Park Se-in all gathered around. Frowning, Lucas raised his finger and pointed at it, and the orderly behind him strode over, leaning over and pulling up the soup pot that was clasped to the ground.

It's actually ......

A human head!

......

Director Cao's short forehead, fat short chin, convex cheekbones, and two goldfish eyes rolled out of the soup pot with a gurgling head. What he stammered was right, now Director Cao's head really looks like a king's eight heads. Especially with chicken that has been boiled by the pressure cooker and a few bells and whistles of wild pheasant feathers, it is indescribably disgusting.

Looking at the goldfish eyes staring at a certain place, thinking of the human head soup he had just drunk, the vomiting sound in the banquet hall was just one and the other.

There were only three people who still didn't vomit, grinning and standing straight in the hall with Lieutenant Colonel Lucas; His face was extremely ugly, his expression was painful, and he forcibly endured the Holt who was standing there; The demeanor is still decent, but Park Se-in, who covers his mouth with a wet wipe.

Lucas didn't say a word, raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the door, and several plainclothes soldiers who were followed behind him had already rushed out at a calm trot.

It was 10:15 p.m., the breakfast time for the federal secret service police was half past five, and the planned attack time for Baiyo was 6 o'clock in the morning. On such a night, something like this arises. Whoever it is and for what purpose. As long as you catch him, you will inevitably break him into pieces! How else can you make sure that the plan can go smoothly?

The other side was in the shadows, and they did not report these things to the federal military. That means that the person who did it was either out of personal vendetta or a little person who accidentally discovered the secret. Even if he did, the federal government wouldn't believe him.

But even so, Lucas is just as jealous as the people of the Hengxing chaebol. Don't alarm the more than 500 federal military and police agents stationed here by catching a small person! In the current period of preparation for war, 500 special agents are no longer easy to deal with. Even if the Iron Horse can provide 500 guns, how much stronger can a mechman without a mecha be than the military police? What's more, they can also report to the federal military, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

Or go on the offensive in advance?

"How long will it take for the assembly warehouse to assemble all the five hundred and four mechs you mentioned?"

Slightly silent, Holt knew what Lucas meant, and after a moment's deliberation, tentatively reported a time of about 3 a.m. Then he shook his head slightly, and looked at Professor Song Jiarong Song, who was leaning against the wall and was about to vomit out his stomach.

Someone immediately helped Professor Song and quickly poured him half a bowl of tea.